Zywa Disgraced

We are living in a poor country
since we took it back
and whoever stays must pay

in kind, we take it
very personally, man by man
with violence, we subject

the last woman to our right
to penetrate her like she
and the other foreigners

have, for six generations
penetrated our lives, that's how
we thrust our daggers of hate

in her, she is defenseless
her dogs stay still
in their blood, she too has

to resign herself to her fate
the disgrace of life
and the grace of death

Poem 2729
Amsterdam, 2020-02-26

disgrace (John Coetzee)
Novel
Collection: Bruises 
Keyword: Revenge 
Tribute to: Coetzee, John 
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